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Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: AU (my first) Everyone
is human. William and Buffy are teen-
age neighbors, about to meet for the
first time.

Rating: Up to NC-17



Part Two...

~~~~~~~~~~
"You're my baby
You're my pet
We fell in love on the night we met.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Saturday morning dawned hot and bright. The temp-
erature was already in the high eighties before noon.

After rolling out of bed at 10:00, William had joined his
uncle for the Saturday morning brunch ritual they had
been following ever since his arrival. One of the most
surprising discoveries he'd made about his little known
relative was the fact that he was a pretty good cook.

Every Saturday at 10:30 on the spot, William would enter
the dining room of his uncle's house and find a platter
of deliciously scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, various
fruits, toast, muffins of one sort or another, and real English
tea served with milk and sugar. He still hadn't adapted to
the American custom of squeezing lemons into tea.

After the meal, they would talk for a bit about whatever
plans they had for the day. William always made sure to
offer himself up for any chores that needed doing before
leaving the house.

It was a new experience for him. In England, he hadn't
had to lift a finger to do anything other than his school
work. Black Oaks was fully staffed, with a large contingent
of household servants...a butler, a housekeeper, eight
upstairs maids and eight downstairs, a chef, and four
kitchen helpers. Along with the indoor staff, there was a
grounds keeper and his four assistants, a chauffeur, a
stable master, and three stable hands.

The town house in London was almost as heavily
staffed, save for the fact that there was only one
gardener and no stable workers.

Still, even though it wasn't costing his uncle anything
to have him in residence, William wanted to help out if
he could. After all, the man wasn't getting any younger. By
William's calculations, Uncle Rupert had to be pushing 45.

This morning, the only thing he'd requested was that
William skim the leaves and any other debris off the surface
of the pool. He had a man who came to clean and main-
tain the filters and heaters, but he wasn't due for a few
days, and Rupert hated leaves in the pool.

As William stood there, running the net back and forth, he
caught a glimpse of himself in the pool house window. He
was going to have to get a haircut soon, before school started
anyway. Stupid curls were definitely looking a little on the
shaggy dog side of things. He wondered idly if he should go
ahead and bleach it again. It had been a while since he'd
bothered, and his hair was a mixture of light brown and
platinum blonde.

He was hanging the skimmer back on it's hook, when he
heard a car pull in to the driveway next door. Mrs. Summers
black Cherokee was in serious need of a brake job, and
he always knew when she came home.

William could hear his uncle greeting their neighbor. Smiling
to himself, he couldn't help thinking that old Uncle
Rupert was a good deal attracted to the woman. Not that
he was surprised by it. She was a good looking woman, for
her age.

"....the traffic from the airport is murder in the afternoon."

"Oh, yes," his uncle replied. "I can imagine. Good show that
you went early then."

A car door slammed, and William heard the click of heels on
pavement.

"Anyway...this is my daughter. Buffy...this is Mr. Giles. He's
the librarian at your new school."

"Hello, Buffy. Your mother speaks of you often, I almost feel
I know you."

William was about to go into the house when he heard a girl's
voice reply to his uncle's greeting.

"Hi. Nice to meet you."

Those five words were all she spoke, but the sound of her
voice caught William's attention, and he peeked around the
hedge at the head of the driveway to get a look at his new
neighbor.

"Bloody hell," he muttered beneath his breath, a remark
that his grandmother had done her level best to eliminate from
his vocabulary. He'd had more than one crack across the
knuckles from her, after he'd picked up the phrase from the
grounds keeper at Black Oaks, old Charlie Corcoran.

But he couldn't help it. This Miss Summers was absolutely
hands down the prettiest girl he'd seen anywhere in Sunny-
dale.

She had long hair, a beautiful shade of honey brown. It was
thick and shiny looking, and he wanted to touch it. No more
than five feet two inches tall, even in the heels she was wear-
ing, her body was a pocket sized Venus; slender legs that
were lightly tanned, a tiny waist, and nicely curved breasts that
were surprisingly ample for such a small girl.

As his eyes moved avidly up and down her figure,
he developed an immediate erection.

"...and I'm sure you'll be meeting him soon."

His uncle was speaking to her, apparently telling her about
his transplanted nephew.

"That'll be nice," she said. "Will he be going to...."

"Uh, yes...Sunnydale High School. He'll be a senior this
year."

"You know," Buffy's mother broke in. "We'll be having a birthday
party for Buffy in a few days. Maybe he'd like to come and bring
some friends. She doesn't really know anyone here yet."

William grinned. Oh, he would definitely be attending that
party. And he'd be very careful about who he would be bringing
along. No single guys allowed. Xander could come and bring
his girlfriend, Anya. Oz was a shoe in, of course. He'd been in
love with his own neighbor, Willow, since they were kids.

"William?" his uncle called. He'd been spotted lurking
in the shadows.

Shaking his hair out of his eyes again (he really was going to
have to get it cut), he joined the three people in the driveway.

"William...this is Buffy," Rupert continued. "She's been spending
the summer with her father, I believe?"

Joyce nodded. "We'd only just moved in when she went to
stay with her dad in Los Angeles," she explained. "Buffy...this
is Mr. Giles nephew, William Darlington."

Big green eyes with impossibly long lashes lifted to meet
his gaze, mesmerizing him. "Hello," he managed to say.

Buffy smiled up at him. "Hi!" she said, holding out her hand.

William took it and held it for a moment, his own larger hand
seeming to swallow it up. It was small and soft, and warm,
and he felt a ridiculous urge to lift it to his lips and kiss it.

He was so done in by her that when she pulled her hand
back, he forgot to let go!


~~~~~~~~~~
"You touched my hand
My heart went "pop"
And, ooh when we kissed
I could not stop

You walked out of my dreams
And into my arms
Now, you're my angel divine
You're sixteen, you're beautiful
And you're mine

You're sixteen, so beautiful
And you're mine..."
~~~~~~~~~~



TBC
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